"No."
"Please Al?"
"Nuh uh."
"Pretty please?"
"No way."
"Why not?"
"I'm a bloke Rose."
"That's gender discrimination!"
"Fine. I don't want to."
"You're gay though!"
"So?"
"And you like to plan things…"
"Not good enough."
"And you have much better taste than me…"
"Don't care…"
"Come on Al! You have to do it!"
"No I most definitely do not."
"If you don't, I'll tell everyone what really happened Easter Break Seventh Year. The whole story."
"Go ahead. I was drunk, so I have an excuse. Not to mention I was already seventeen, and legal. Remind me again how old you were?"
"Git."
"Yep."
"Please Al?"
"Didn't we already do this?"
"Al, don't you love me?"
"Emotional blackmail Ro? Really?"
"Can't blame a girl for trying."
"I guess not."
"Don't you want me to be happy?"
"Of course I do. And you don't need me to do this for you to be happy."
"Al, this is an honor! I am honoring you, and you're turning me down."
"If you want to look at it that way, sure."
"Fine. I really didn't want to do this, but you've left me no choice."
"Ooooooh, I'm scaaaared. Knees are practically trembling in my boots here."
"The Burrow!"
"Rose, what're you doing?"
"Hey Nana.
"Yes, I've been eating.
"Nana, Al says he won't do it. He says he doesn't care about me, about what's supposed to be the happiest day of my life."
"Oh merlin."
"Uh huh.
"Uh huh.
"Al, Nana wants to talk to you."
"I hate you, you know that?"
"Did you hear that Nana?"
"Oh, shove over.
"Hey Nana.
"Of course I love her.
"Yes, I want her to be happy.
"Because I don't want to.
"I know, but why me? There are plenty of other people she loves and who love her who can do this.
"Well aren't you the one who always says you can't have everything you want?
"No, Nana I'm not being smart with you, I'm just making a case for my argument here.
"But Nana, she'll be awful. Probably worse than Vic. And you know how bad Vic was.
"Yes I remember how happy she was.
"But Nana!
"Fine, okay. Yeah, yeah, I want chicken pot pie and enough treacle tart to last me a month.
"I love you too Nana.
"Yeah, I'll be there at 5.
"I'll let them know.
"Bye."
"So…"
"I hate you."
"Are you going to do it then?"
"Did I ever really have a choice?"
"No not really."
"You owe me for this. You owe me big. I want godfather and naming rights to your firstborn."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thank you so much Al!"
"Are you seriously thanking me for something you blackmailed/threatened/forcibly manipulated into doing?"
"Lalalala, I can't hear you! You're going to be the best Maid of Honor ever."
"Not a girl Rose!"
"So?"
"I can't be the Maid of Honor!"
"Eh. Sure you can."
"I hate you."